[It's been a while since Dirk figured out how to track people on his watch. Sorry, Jane, he still hasn't shaken that habit of disappearing at inopportune times but true to his word he's by her in under a minute, and for a few moments he just stares at her.
Honestly, she looks a mess.
She looks a mess, but she's there and she's real and it's Jane, and every moment he's spent pretending he doesn't really miss his friends that much comes crashing down in an instant. Something in his chest aches and the only outward expression of any emotion at all past that infallible poker face is a quick huff of a quivering breath through his nose, and a faint dropping of his shoulders.
Dirk clears his throat and walks over, placing first one hand then the other on her upper arms. His fingers squeeze briefly, then he abruptly tugs her into a hug, resting his chin against the side of her head.]
... I'm sorry I forgot your birthday.
[It's only one of a multitude of things he's sorry for, but that's a good place to start, right?]
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Honestly, she looks a mess.
She looks a mess, but she's there and she's real and it's Jane, and every moment he's spent pretending he doesn't really miss his friends that much comes crashing down in an instant. Something in his chest aches and the only outward expression of any emotion at all past that infallible poker face is a quick huff of a quivering breath through his nose, and a faint dropping of his shoulders.
Dirk clears his throat and walks over, placing first one hand then the other on her upper arms. His fingers squeeze briefly, then he abruptly tugs her into a hug, resting his chin against the side of her head.]
... I'm sorry I forgot your birthday.
[It's only one of a multitude of things he's sorry for, but that's a good place to start, right?]